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	The humidifier runs constantly like a Kenyan in Boston. I scratch my bare stomache as I gaze blankly into my LCD screen, looking for it but I cannot find it. It is not on my screen but in my head; but I still search for it on the screen. How futile it is. Times strolls by as if Jack the Ripper was casually strolling past Big Ben and I know I shouldn't be up this late. Just like last night, and the night before that, and the whole goddamn summer. I glance at the unmade bed and pause to ponder if I made it up for the whole two months I've been back living with my parents. I do not know. Sometimes I wonder if I could have enjoyed grade school more than I did. Because college is the best thing that ever happened to me. I anxiously await the day that I move into my house with my other four friends in Urbana. That die sun will shine down upon the rooftops as I unload my life for nine months. But, I wonder. Will I be doing the same thing that I am doing at home? Staying up late for no reason at all? That question makes me smile. Why would I ask myself something I already know.  | 
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			Still awake at this time 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	should be up at nine What the fuck at The Cellar I'm stuck  | 
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			 ~~Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.~~ 
			
			
			
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			The valley looks like a matted green carpet.  
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
			Rolling hills and gentle nubs.Inlets and black bear cubs. I am looking down with a birds eye view. Nautres tapestry. It's rivers running yon. I yawn. Up at the break of dawn. Last edited by skysidhe; 07-16-2007 at 11:01 AM. Reason: correcting tapestry  | 
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			 Only looks like a disaster tourist 
			
			
			
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				Spiders in the Cellar
			 
			
			
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	a spider bit me right between the eyes. My eyes swelled shut, my head swelled up to twice its normal size. Two nights ago a spider bit me right between the thighs. My butt swelled shut, my c*ck swelled up to twice its normal size. Last night I heard a voice coming from the cellar. It was my wife, singing, "Need more spiders."  | 
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			 Why, you're a regular Alfred E Einstein, ain't ya? 
			
			
			
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				Bombs and lolcats poem
			 
			
			
			I are serious cat 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			I know where it's at The troll I mean, I know he lurks He sneaks, he spies, he eyes, he jerks. He not cheezburger So hold the workz. He haz bucket The bucket iz lost I are serious cat I know what it cost. 
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			each one is exponentially better than the next!
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
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		 Quote: 
	
 _____Oh, happy cellar _____Bastion of beauty and wit _____Friendship always found  | 
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			 We have to go back, Kate! 
			
			
			
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			Okay, since its spontaneous, it doesn't have an ending, it's just two verses. Can't come up with the end without giving it more thought.  
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	Tell me more, while I memorise, your eyes, Each laughter line and the way that you smile, for I can see, that the night is almost at an end, The bar is emptying And the taxis are Gathering Force.  | 
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			 When Do I Get Virtual Unreality? 
			
			
			
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			Every time I feel enlightened 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			Or even slightly cool I find myself being weird and frightened And knowing I am a fool 
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			She sleeps by my side 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	still after all these years I want her still more beautiful in my eyes today than yesterday still I can't wait for morning, breakfast brings new love still still she is the ache in my heart I am in love still all that I need from her will never stay still new love every day blossoms out of old old that lives still my love  | 
	
		
		
		
		
			 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
			
		
		
		
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			Just a couple of min and I only came back and added the last two lines.
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
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			 Why, you're a regular Alfred E Einstein, ain't ya? 
			
			
			
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				now this was spontaneous
			 
			
			
			What I give 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			You take What I dream You fake When I cry You breathe When I need You leave 
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				Life Lesson
			 
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		Spontaneous Poem Should Not Be Written In Haste  | 
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			 Why, you're a regular Alfred E Einstein, ain't ya? 
			
			
			
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			Did you not like my poems?  
		
		
		
		
		
		
			 
		
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			Shawnee -- I thought of that while riding my motorcycle in to work this morning. It was intended to be ironic, and zen-ish. 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			
		
		
		
		
	I like your poem, and DanaC's, but I was trying to avoid commentary.  | 
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